The weeping angels flew at him incredibly fast, but The Doctor raised his hand and they melted into tar. The Dream Lord began to back away, defensive. He materialized a fifty feet tall brick wall between them, but The Doctor simply walked trough it as if it was made of foam. He slowly walked towards The Dream Lord, and when he was just a few feet away, the whole place burst into flames and screams, leaving only a circle of cold floor around the two of them. The Doctor looked around and saw everyone he had ever met - hundreds, millions of humans and aliens screaming in pain as their flesh burned. He turned back to face The Dream Lord, but he wasn't there anymore. In his place was little Amelia Pond on her sleepwear and her red coat.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, on her cute Scottish accent. "Being alive when most of the people you care about isn't?"
The Doctor was frozen, staring at her with grief. Her face was peaceful, and with the fire and the screams around her, she looked like an angel that had come down to hell.
"You are aware that everyone you know who is still alive will eventually grow old and die, and you'll still be breathing. The Ageless God, The Oncoming Storm. Fated to loose all of those he holds dear. Even his precious Amelia Pond."
She started walking backwards, getting closer to the flames, until she stepped out of the circle and vaporized into black smoke. The Doctor would've cried if he had any tears left, but he felt empty. He closed his eyes and wished that the screaming would stop, and it did. He opened his eyes and found himself in the black void again. Just then he realized how exhausted he really was. Everything he had just done had taken a lot from him. He could barely stand, and he felt like he could black out any moment. Was that even possible to happen in a dream?
But his best chance to wake up again was for him to kill himself, not pass out. He was over a thousand years old and had never asked himself how he would like to die if he had a chance to choose. But it didn't take long before he thought of a place - a peaceful random forest with a deep pond in the center of a glade. And that's what the void turned into. He slowly walked towards the pond, turned his back to it and let himself fall into the water, without thinking twice. He kept sinking and sinking as he looked at the sunlight breaking trough the surface of the pond. He closed his eyes, ready to die, yet hoping he would wake up on River's arms.
